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The brown in her left eye is the sexiest thing about her, and she doesn’t even know it.

Six orgasms, a handful of photos, and the promise of more to come.

A sexy young bartender asks me for marriage advice. My first instincts are not, shall we say, helpful. But then I get serious.

So many posts to write, so little time.

A tiny, gorgeous, engaged bartender asked me for marriage advice. I gave her some. But mostly, I just stared.

A formal, legislative approach to an informal, but important, subject.

Lust is like TV: it can educate, divert, or rot your soul. The trick is knowing which channel you’re on.

It’s a tradition!

I called Angela a slut, imagined her fucking other guys, and managed to turn my own fear of rejection into an insult. I owe her an apology.

I’m a geek. Here’s a geek post about how I keep track of all the shit I read.